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letra de count it up - kenny golder jr.

[intro: kenny golder jr.]
ah dude alright
shirts off…
bro… aye
how does tyga talk?
i dont even know

[intro: rayis]
kenny, you couldn’t get f-cking a girl if she came up to you and said
hi i want to be your girl

[intro: katich]
kenny would be like…

add me on snap, you can be one of my bestfriends!

lil lupus b-tch (aye!)

[chorus]
count it up, bad b-tches, that’s 2
count it up, my racks, them stacks, that’s 2 (ahhh)
count it up, 2 doors, that coupe
count it up, count it up, imma chase that loot (ahhhh)
count it up, bad b-tches, that’s 2
count it up, my racks, them stacks, that’s 2 (mmmm)
count it up, 2 doors, that coupe
count it up, count it up, imma chase that loot (ahhhh)
[verse 1]
lets vacay, leave and go to cancun
maybe even goo lagoon, cause i am an opprotunist
everybody do this, ladies shaking them hips
i know that every bitty here can be a bad b-tch
so party like n0body is watching, it’s bird box (nope)
and n0body get it twisted, not talking no gold locks (ha)
we just tryna have mother woah the time of our life
if got a cup with you put a hand in the sky (put it up like!)

[bridge]
now slide… (ah)
this is my ambition of a rider
party like you think we finna die young
and if you got a lighter raise it higher
like, fl!ck, fl!ck, puff, puff, pass
ain’t n0body call the feds, so n0body doing the dash (nope)
you can be the suga suga i can be the baby bash (baby bash)
yoy ain’t gotta leave tonight, if you really tryna crash (tryna crash)

[pre chorus]
now let it go, shake it is a miracle ting
now let it go, type of cake that make you wanna sing
now let it go, if you want to be the gold queen
now let it go, now drop it down for the gold king
[chorus]
count it up, bad b-tches, that’s 2
count it up, my racks, them stacks, that’s 2 (ahhh)
count it up, 2 doors, that coupe
count it up, count it up, imma chase that loot (ahhhh)
count it up, bad b-tches, that’s 2
count it up, my racks, them stacks, that’s 2 (mmmm)
count it up, 2 doors, that coupe
count it up, count it up, imma chase that loot (ahhhh)

[verse 2]
suns and buns? aye man f-ck this ratio! (f-ck this ratio)
moon tonight, bet the girls finna say woah!
if you arnold, be glad you didn’t stay home (stay home)
we gone party until the whole day gone (day gone!)
mac to the phe, hollywood boulavard
im about to make a toast, raise your bottle to the stars (the stars)
you could be anywhere, but you chose to be lit
so n0body finna tell you, you ain’t really with the sh-t (aye)
show love, like a motherf-cking vday
n0body crystal b-lls, so we ain’t give a f-ck what they say!
essays, homies, vatos, ogs
ladies, women, b-tches on me

- kenny golder jr

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